The Northern coast

Today, we picked up a rental car and drove East along the coast. But first, I wanted to take a look at a very odd bridge in the mouth of the Bilbao estuary. Fascinating stuff.

Stopping in small fishing villages for pintxos lunch, we finally arrived to our little design hotel (called, Erba, newly opened) just outside the fishing port of Mutriku. A really cool place.

For dinner, we drove to the next village, where we feasted on angler’s fish (also know as monk fish, marulk in Swedish and zeeduivel in Dutch).

Then, we fell asleep to the soothing sound of Atlantic waves.